A/N I normally don't write requests because I feel too pressured to please but alas this just wouldn't get out of my head. I am stepping way outside my comfort zone here so if it's terrible just please don't read it. No beta so all mistakes are mine. I suppose it is a tag to 4.3 Open Line, but basically it is a continuation an story that is AU now. Rated M, now.

Andy Flynn snored loudly; he hadn't planned on falling asleep in his brown leather recliner, but it had been a long couple of days. His cellphone, still on silent, vibrated on the coffee table but he was oblivious to it. He'd spent most of the previous night waiting while Mike dealt with FID. Mike was taking the shooting of Felix Koster rather hard and Andy wanted to be there for him regardless of what he thought of the dirt-bag Koster. At the very least, they were all glad that they were able to arrest the person who so callously put the deaths of two people into motion; Malcolm Rich was an arrogant son of a bitch and the way his beady eyes looked at Sharon made Andy's blood run cold. Andy had hoped he and Sharon would have dinner tonight; but when she didn't come back from Judge Grove's chambers with Hobbs and Rusty, he decided to catch a meeting before heading home.

Sharon parked her car behind Andy's. She checked her phone to see if he had responded to her texts, but he still had not. She felt a little silly, driving over to his house unannounced but now she worried that something was wrong since he still wasn't answering her. Grabbing her bag, she stepped from her car. Tugging on the hem of Andy's white t-shirt, she was also beginning to regret her choice of attire. When she left the condo in black Uggs, leggings, and both of Andy's shirts she felt daring and maybe a little sassy, but now standing in his dark driveway, her confidence was beginning to wane. She stepped to the porch, knocking softly on the door, she waited. Nothing happened. She knocked again, just a little harder. Still no response. She pulled her phone out and dialed Andy's number. It rang for several rings and then went to voicemail. She hung up and dialed his number again. Holding her phone in one hand, she pounded on the door loudly with her fist. Rusty would consider this "freaking out" she thought suddenly with a roll of her eyes as she raised her fist yet again. Just as she made contact with door it abruptly swung open, thus causing Sharon to stumble off balance right into a sleepy headed Andy Flynn. "What the hell…" He started before quickly catching Sharon by the shoulders.

She righted herself and shrugged from his embrace, "Andy…I'm sorry…I shouldn't have come…" She turned quickly, but not quick enough. Andy caught her by the wrist and pulled her back to him.

"Oh, no you don't," he grinned down at her before he pulled her just inside enough to close the door behind them. His eyes moved over her, taking in every single beautiful inch.

"Andy…" She started but was instantly hushed by his lips crashing down on hers. There was one thing she had learned rather quickly; the man could certainly kiss. Without any thought she leaned into him, her arms slipping around his neck as he lifted her. Her fingers came to rest at the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp. Desire jolted through her as he moved them, her back pinned against the door so he could work his way down her neck to that sensitive spot right at the base of her collarbone. "Hmm…" She breathed, "Andy…" Really, she didn't want him to stop, but there was a question in her voice that made him look up. Her face and neck were flush with desire, her eyes the most vibrant green he had ever seen.

"Hi." He grinned sheepishly. She moved her hands to his shoulders, as he slowly lowered her to the ground.

"I…" She cleared her throat, "tried to call, text…"

Taking her hand, he pulled her into the den and over to the sofa, "I caught a meeting and then fell asleep in the recliner, phone's probably still on silent." Making himself comfortable in the corner, Sharon sat awkwardly a few feet away from him. "Are you hungry, we could have something delivered."

Reaching down, she pulled her boots off, placing them under the coffee table. She lifted her glasses from her face, placing them next to glass of water Andy had been drinking earlier. "Not really, you?"

"No, not really." Andy studied her as she tucked her legs up on the sofa, tightly hugging her knees. "You okay?" She hummed softly. He had come to learn over the last few years that she had many different hums, really they could be categorized as a language of their own he thought with a soft smile. "That bad, huh?"

She shifted on the sofa, actually moving back further away from him. He studied her for a few moments. He had to admit that he loved it when she wore her hair up. There was something about the curve of her jaw, that dipped into that long expanse of neck that made Andy light headed. He was so stuck in his thoughts that he almost missed her words, "Andy…what are we doing?"

He couldn't stand to be this close to her and not touch her. Without thought, his hand reached out and fingered the bright pink of her toenails. 'Darth Fucking Raydor with bright pink toenails' who would have ever thought it. He wasn't sure why his mind went there, he hadn't thought of her like that in a very long while. He also realized in that moment that he still had not answered her question. She slipped her hand down, and took hold of his wrist, her fingers were soft, yet cold against his warm skin. She slipped her thumb along the underside of his wrist, gently moving the chain in a soft slow motion. His eyes were dark when they met her light ones, "God…I want you so much."

"I know…Andy…It's just…I'm not good at…this. Do you know how long it's been since I've…"

She still held his wrist, nervously spinning his gold chain slowly round and round. He took that as a good sign, that she hadn't let go. "Tell me." She instantly looked as if he'd lost his mind, "I'm serious Sharon. Tell me…anything and everything. Whatever you need to feel safe and comfortable. And I'm not pushing you…you do know that? I will wait for you…forever if I have to."

Her hand fell from his wrist, he missed the contact immediately until she gently cupped his cheek for a brief second. 'This man…this beautiful man.' She thought as her heart swelled with the all love she felt for him. Her eyes bright with unshed tears, she slowly backed away from him until her back pressed into the opposite end of the couch. She tightly hugged her knees to her chest once again. Their eyes met, Andy's chest ached at the flicker of loss swimming just beneath the surface. Andy settled back against his end of the sofa and waited until she was ready. "Ten years…way over ten years really if you don't count that one last time with…Jack. He came to the condo late one night…I was lonely…I let him, even though I knew better. I guess I still always hoped that he would change." She looked down, unable to meet his gaze. Andy could feel his blood boil and he hoped that he didn't have the pleasure of seeing Jackson Raydor anytime soon. "Andy, I don't want you to think that I'm…" A nervous giggle escaped her, "a prude just because I've only been with one man in my life and he wasn't interested in my…needs. I do have needs…I learned to…manage those needs quiet well all by myself…just like everything else in my life, I guess. You'll be happy to know that I do have a very…very, vivid imagination."

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, as their eyes met again. "Does this vivid imagination include me?" Andy questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know." She grinned.

"As a matter of fact…yes, I would like to know. You…" He pointed at her, his face full of mischief, "are not the only one in the room with a vivid imagination. You do know…that I haven't been with anyone in…a really long time either." His face was suddenly serious, "You…Sharon are the only one I think about, dream about…I only want you."

"What are your dreams, Andy?" Her voice dipped low as she slowly stretched her legs out, pointing and flexing her toes. "You tell me yours…and I may tell you mine."

Andy shrugged, stretching his legs out too, his feet coming to rest on either side of her ankles. "Look who's not playing fair or following the rules."

She pushed the right leg of his jeans up with her foot. "I haven't broken any rules…yet." Andy shifted again on the couch, how could something as simple as her foot gently rubbing up his leg make his jeans suddenly feel very…tight. "I'm waiting Andy…tell me. You have a favorite…fantasy of me?" He cleared his throat, unable to speak, slowly he nodded his head. Her hands rested in her lap, but her foot still moved slowly up and down his bare leg. Her eyes never leaving his. "Tell me…Andrew."

He knew he was in trouble the second she said his full name. 'God, this woman.' He thought with a deep breath. "I…umm…" He closed his eyes, shifting in his seat once again. He held his hands by his sides, palms flat on his thighs, fighting not to touch himself. "I…umm… think about watching you…touch yourself. Getting yourself off …while I'm only allowed to watch… and not touch you. I…umm…that is at the top of a very…very long list."

If she was shocked, her face didn't betray her. "Oh…I see." She tilted her head slightly to the side. Before Andy could move, Sharon was now standing a few feet from him. "If you will excuse me…for just a minute."

Andy couldn't read her expression and that bothered him, "Yeah…okay." He watched in silence as she quickly moved down the hall. "Some tea?" He called suddenly, before she was out of sight.

"Yes…thank you." She answered as he heard the close of what he assumed was the bathroom door. Andy leaned forward, resting his head in his hands for several minutes, more confused than ever. Shaking his head, with a deep sigh, he made his way into the kitchen to start the tea kettle.

Sharon leaned against the bathroom door for support. She wasn't really sure how she made it down the hall. She felt like she was on fire, shrugging off Andy's dress shirt, she quickly pulled his white t-shirt over her head. She laid both across the edge of the tub. Standing there in her navy lace bra, she leaned against the vanity and stared at her reflection in the mirror while trying to catch her breath. 'How…how could his favorite fantasy be almost the same as hers? Were they really that in sync? There's no way he could know…he couldn't read her thoughts…no...no…this was really happening. Could she…go through with what they both have dreamed…' She shook her head and began pacing around the bathroom as she let her thoughts run wild in her mind. She loved this man, of that she was sure and she trusted him more than anyone in her life. And if she was fully honest, she wanted him…ever single inch of him. Finally coming to grasp with her thoughts she stopped, peeling her leggings off, she tossed them over to the tub as well. She moved to the full length mirror, her half naked reflection starring back at her. She could already feel the hot moisture pooling between her legs and she wanted nothing more than to run her hand down in her matching panties but she resisted. Instead she removed the clip from her hair only to move her fingers through it a few times before twisting it back up again. She knew Andy loved having access to her neck and if she decided to… She moved away from the mirror, picking up Andy's dress shirt on her way to the door. She slipped it on, fastening most of the buttons before making her way back to the den.

Andy was just moving out of the kitchen with a steaming mug of tea in each hand when he was stopped dead in his tracks by the stunning sight before him. His shirt fell to the middle of her bare thighs, leaving her beautiful long legs in all their glory. She felt no embarrassment or discomfort as he stood gazing at her. She knew from the gleam in his eyes that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. She reached for one of the mugs, carefully taking a small sip of the hot liquid, "Hmm, raspberry." Andy continued to stare, unmoving. Sharon took the other mug of tea from him, placing them both on the coffee table. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked back at him, "Don't you want to sit back down?" Andy nodded, still not moving. Sharon chuckled softly, "Andy…that requires you moving over here to the couch." Andy merely nodded again. Having enough, Sharon moved back to where he was standing. She reached for his hand, slowly pulling him along until they were standing in front of the sofa. Turning she gently pushed him in the middle of the chest until he was finally seated back in the corner of the sofa. As if in slow motion, she leaned into him, her lips softly caressing his, the taste of raspberry tea still lingering on her lips. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders as she trailed kisses along his jawline before tenderly nipping at his ear. The soft moan that escaped his lips was deep, rugged. She stood back from him, hands on her hips. "Are we already starting the no touching part?"

With that, he reached for her, pulling her to straddle his lap, his hands gently cupping her ass. Their lips met again, but this time there was nothing soft about it. Tongues met in a heated duel with both winning until the need to breath was too great. Finally, they pulled apart, foreheads resting against each other, she could feel his signature grin even before she saw it. Carefully holding to his shoulders, she slid off his lap and he missed her instantly. Turning her back to him, she took another sip of tea before moving to stand at the opposite end of the couch. "Where are you going?" He husked, desire evident in his voice.

Her eyes locked on his, slowly her fingers began to work on the buttons of the shirt covering her. "I thought there was talk of a fantasy…no touching…if I remember correctly."

"Sharon…" His voice quickly caught in his throat as his shirt fell open. "Navy…" he whispered when he finally caught glimpse of the lace he had been so desperate to see.

"You like?"

Her eyes bore into him, "Hmm, yes." Was all he could manage in reply.

"Gavin."

"Huh?"

Her hands rested on her hips again, pushing the sides of the shirt back so he could finally see all of her exquisite body.

"Gavin has quiet the appreciation for women's lingerie." She mused.

"Remind me to send Gavin a thank you note." Andy smirked. His eyes moved up and down, lingering here and there. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the soft lace of her bra. He wanted to reach out, pull her to him. He longed to have his mouth on her, he moved to get up but the shake of her head stopped him. And then he remembered…oh, no touching…shit…it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that she is here, right in front of him…holy shit.

With a soft smile, she moved to sit. The shirt still covering her arms and shoulders, she ran her fingertips across her breast, stopping to tweak a hardened nipple though the lace. Battling herself, she didn't want him to know how worked up she really was. She knew it wasn't going to take very much to get her over the edge and for his sake she wanted to make it last as long as possible. A soft red flush spread across her face and chest as she sunk deeper into the couch, finally spreading her legs. Andy shifted slightly, tugging the side of his jeans trying to make room in his pants when there was none. His eyes moved slowly across her body, lingering at the damp spot on her beautiful navy lace panties.

"You're wet already…" It was a statement, not a question.

"Hmm." Her center throbbed at the sound of his voice and there is no way she could speak. Her right hand moved slowly from where it was palming her breast to flutter down her stomach. Her left hand absentmindedly caressing her thigh. The intake of Andy's breath is audible as the fingers of her right hand disappeared under the lace of her panties. Her head rolled back, eyes slipping closed as she made contact with her wet, moist center. Her hips bucked against her hand as she let it rest there, not yet moving.

"Shit…" She opened her eyes at the rough sound of Andy's voice, his right foot is now resting on the floor, his legs wide. His left hand palming his hardness over his jeans.

She still does not move her right hand. Instead, she reaches up and flips the front fastener of her bra open with her left hand. The soft lace slides to the side as she palms her breast, rolling her nipple between two fingers. Her eyes lock on Andy's again. "Andy…I think you would be much more comfortable with your pants… off." He doesn't have to be told twice, in one swift motion, he stands, his jeans quickly falling to the floor. The bulge in his dark grey boxers is prominent, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth unable to take her eyes off him. He sits back on the sofa opposite her, left leg bent and right foot planted on the floor. His thighs are thick, hairier than she expected too. She can't wait to run her fingers up his legs and finally feel him for the first time.

She takes a deep breath, finally allowing her right hand to move. Her hips buck up instantly again as her finger begins to move in soft slow circles. Her left hand dances across her body, not staying in one place long. The moan that escapes her lips as she allows one finger to sink deep into her is profound and low. She scoots down a little more, trying to open her legs wider. Her heart is racing, as much as she wants to hold Andy's gaze, her eyes fall shut again as her head rolls back. She slips a second finger in, allowing the palm of her hand to rub her nub just right.

"Fuck…Sharon." Andy growls. Her eyes open briefly, he still has his boxers on, but his grip on his cock is tight. "Talk to me…sweetheart."

"Yes…" she moans. "Andy…I'm…sooo...close." He can see her hand moving against the lace of her panties. Her hips moving in circles, he tries to match her movements. She can feel her walls begin to tighten, her eyes sink closed again, her left hand holding to the back of the sofa for leverage. He grunts from the other end of the couch. "Oh…" She breathes, her toes curling. "I…Andy…" The other words she mumbles he can't make out. Her walls grip her fingers even tighter as she curls them slightly to hit that perfect spot. In a final grind of her palm against her hardened nub she shatters right before him as she screams his name. It is the single most beautiful sight he has ever seen and one he will never forget. She rolls slightly to her side trying to give her body time to calm down, her hand still firmly planted in between her legs as she struggles to catch her breath.

When she finally opens her eyes, Andy's grinning face is the first thing she sees. "Hi." She whispers quietly as a blush settles over her entire body. She struggles for a moment to sit up. He is still leaning against the opposite end of the sofa, his hand holding firmly to his very, very hard cock.

"Hi." He moans deeply. She slips her hand from between her legs, moving slowly toward him. As she inches closer, he gently reaches out for her wrist. He brings her right hand to his face, breathing in the scent that is uniquely Sharon. Before she cans stop him, he dips her fingers into his mouth, her taste exquisite on his lips. He pulls her firmly on top of him, quickly capturing her lips. It is the first time she has ever tasted herself on someone else and just that thought causes the fire in the pit of her stomach to ignite once again. She can fill him hard beneath her as she grinds slowly against him. They finally pull slightly apart, chestnut meeting mossy green.

"Was it everything you imagined?" She asked quietly.

"Oh, yeah…and more. You?"

"Much better…Andy…much, much better." Smiling, she leaned down, capturing his lips ever so softly this time. When she pulled away to look at him again, her eyes were bright with unshed tears. As the first one spilled slowly down her cheek he reached to catch it with the pad of his thumb. "Andy…"

"Yes…sweetheart." His voice is soft and so deep it sends a shiver through her.

She lays her head gently on his shoulder, unable for the moment to look into his deep, dark eyes. "I…love you." His hands snaked tightly around her, pulling her closer than she ever thought possible.

"I love you too…Sharon." As she still lay prone against him, he moved to sit up. Without letting go he stood, holding her to him as her arms wrapped around his neck. He places a soft kiss against the side of her cheek before slowly carrying her to his bedroom.